User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-1298206-20160609054627

''His eyes darting from the dagger held to Feffle's throat to the eyes of the creature holding it there, Grimear struggled to keep his temper in check and had to steady his sword paw as he quivered with suppressed rage. When the captain spoke, he fixed his firm gaze on the eyes of the stoatess, his voice direct and filled with transparent dislike and unfriendliness.'' "Name's Grimear. That 'un there's Feffle. We've got enough t'fight back your type. Polecat's got us under siege."